Chapter Seven:
Riding Her Seesaw
Adrian was worrying his meal with chopsticks, when she slid back into her seat, still remembering the fullness between her legs. Her wetness, his warmth, the mild irritation making her bottom glow.
“Was I gone long?” she asked innocently.
He looked up into her Cheshire grin and felt cheated, not knowing why. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the Chinese gigolo return to his companion. The woman yelled at him, saying things that made the Chinese at other tables stare. He lowered his head and nodded. His small hidden smile swallowing the memory of the best s*x he ever had.
“I missed you,” Adrian admitted, “let’s go, I have some other places to take you before the day is over.”
“But I haven’t eaten yet,” Clarice said. “Besides, we have all night too!
